PUT DOWN THAT CARVER || HAUNTED PUMPKIN PATCH

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Clovis approached, curiosity and caution warring for control. His need to know, to understand, and to explore won out quickly enough, and he bounded forward, sniffing at the air. "What are they?" the manticore cub asked, turning towards Karma.

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[color=black]Kabede has been alive for a long, long, long time...well for him 17 years is a very long time though part of his life he doesn't remember due to his rapidly degrading mind but he tries to keep on top of things. As the monkey approached the curious looking things he couldn't help but admire their vibrant color that resemble his eyes, a marvelous shade of sunset orange. Kabede, with that smile on his face, hopped on over towards one of the pumpkins and sat on his hairless ass. Lifting his hands he grasp on to the small pumpkin and lifts it to lick it, smell it, listen to it, pretty much try to find out what it's purpose is. But like all things, the monkey loses interest quickly and twirls his eyes towards Karma.

With a devious smirk the mandrill lifts the pumpkin and flings it towards Karma, aiming at the felines head.

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Was it not a little early for this? Growling in annoyance, the Marquis would walk over, raking his eyes across the scene with displeasure.

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cordenth inferno - twenty-four moons - the dominion - marquis (hp) - part of the inferno family - breakinghalos xx npc - immortal - 1/4th god - cold - arrogant - based off gilgamesh from fate/zero - #cordenthinferno

[color=#FFD700]battle tags
extreme difficulty - attack in [color=#FFD700]bold #FFD700 - no capture/kill - will capture/kill - ask for private battle

[color=#FFD700]powers
elemental pelt ( golden fire armor ) - conjuration - invisibility - shapeshifting

[color=#FFD700]bodies
black dragon w golden armor - lion

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the supernatural was one of Tesco's main fears. the child screeched in a pitch that had potential for winning a glass breaking competition, as he saw the ghosts flitting around. The child ran as fast as he could, over pumpkins, and through the mud, to Karma and scrambled in between his legs--hiding from the spirits. "Go away." he called out at the ghosts, his fur fluffing up and the air around him filling with the scent of his fear.

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Ah, ghosts? He supposed that was supposed to be scary, but instead he found himself... uninterested in the ghosts. Unless he could talk to one, in which case he supposed he would find himself very interested in the apparitions, as he'd be able to coax from them stories and bits of history. For now, he'd focus his wide brown gaze on the pumpkins, a croak in his throat stopping him from humming thoughtfully, though not for lack of trying. The ocelot limped forwards and sniffed a rotten pumpkin, nose scrunching up in distaste at the rancid smell.
[color=#77c5f2]"Gross."
He rasped, and turned to offer a comforting smile to Tesco, however diminished it may have been.
[color=#77c5f2]"It's alright - the smell of the pumpkins is scarier than the ghosts, I think."
Not that he sounded outright confident, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone, quiet words laced with friendly banter.

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Kisa wasn't at all alarmed by the ghosts, in fact, it seemed she couldn't even see them. "What're you all looking at?" She asked, clearly confused. The small cat then observed the pumpkin patch, trying to catch a hint of something abnormal, but she could't find anything. Except for the pumpkins, those were definitely new.
Shrugging half to herself, Kisa picked one of the smaller pumpkins, shifting into her tiger form before she began to carve the pumpkin, pulling out all the pumpkin guts before she began. The feline poked little dots into it before connecting them and carving out a nearly perfect balloon.
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[color=black]The monkey pouts, dissapointed that his pumpkin didn't even faze the mutated canid. Returning his attention to the other ones the monkey smiled and grabbed on to another, lifting it in the air he violently smashed it to the ground, making the pumpkin break and splatter it's foul smelling insides all around. Kabede chuckled and scooped up some of the fleshy insides before smearing it all over himself. The monkey started to hum as he continued to do this as if taking a relaxing bath, covering every inch of his body with the pumpkins flesh.

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"You know that's really quite hurtful." a voice piped up out of nowhere from behind renaissance before she would flicker of her invisibility and the suit-wearing ghoul tilted her head. Although it was impossible to see her face through the cover of her bandages it would almost appear as if she was grinning underneath it all. She flawlessly lifted up her paws to adjust her lilac tie until her face turned towards Tesco, her wrapped tail flicking across the ground before she picked her way through the smelly pumpkin patch, her feet barely grazing the ground.

"yoo-hoo! Tell your friend, boss nodded towards karma, "Not to be so r-u-d-e!" pausing momentarily she would attempt to pat the boy's head while chiming, "we're not so bad!"
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Oh, that had spooked him a little bit, the cub's fur had fluffed up at the sudden appearance of a voice behind him. He would have skittered to the side, had he not been sore as he was. Instead, he simply looked over his shoulder and allowed for a very quiet comment, not bothering to get his knickers in a twist about the ghosts. Not that he knew what knickers were, nor how to twist them - maybe that wasn't the best analogy.
"So, ghosts during October? Any particular reason?"
Asked the child, questionopen ended to allow for some room to elaborate should the spirits desire. In the meantime, the ocelot had begun trying to get atop one of the ripe pumpkins, perhaps curl up on it. They seemed comfy enough.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: auto; width: 460px; height: auto; color: TEXT COLOR HERE; font-family: timesnewroman; margin-top: 30px;][justify]Most of them are chill. Karma offered, shrugging. Except for a few. Probably cause Halloween, like Jesus Christ. He added, laughing idly.

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"Oh. Very true Karma." Hissed the spirit's voice, the silhouette of the dead feline whisking over to the trespassers of the Patch. "And yes. Many of us are quite laid back unless provoked." She then added with a raspy laugh, the spirit's sunken eyes glinting in the little available light. Seating her almost invisible figure down on a pumpkin, Nukpana turned slowly to face Renaissance, her face twisted in a harsh grin as the beady eyes of the spirit studied the questionaire. "Yes Halloween. After all, its the only time spirits are welcomed above ground. Its basically a holiday for us!" She answered slowly. Technically Halloween wasn't a celebration of spirits like herself, but it didn't matter.

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[justify] [font=verdana][color=white]Gazing at the responding spirit, Renaissance appeared to listen attentively before deeming her words... unimportant. He knew of many spirits that found themselves in the waking world regardless of the time of year, and decided to try and correct the ghost. Because of course he thought he could correct a spirit on the spiritual, a gut feeling said he could.
Settling on the pumpkin, he turned twice in a circle before curling about the green stem and leaning a bit onto his side, a classic lounging position for a cat to hold. The ocelot got himself comfortable and began to speak, not letting the pain in his raw throat stop him from trying to elaborate or ask questions... or both.
[color=#77c5f2]"Not true, technically. All Hallow's Eve just allows for a thinning of the barrier between this world and the next, or somethin' like that. Should've paid more attention to... nevermind."
No need to bring his mother into this, lest she hear him from where ever she was and show up to lecture him on being near ghosts. Or trap him in a pumpkin, that wasn't an absolutely ridiculous thought to have when holes were often used in punishment for the child.

[color=#77c5f2]"I mean, the castle is pretty haunted. I just wanna know where the pumpkins came from - are they ghosts too?"
Why can't pumpkins be ghosts? Something explain this to Renaissance, please.

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Halloween was close to being his least favorite holiday, as this was too much for the youth. the mountain lion sucked in a breath and opened a single eye to look back at renaissance, his friends smile making him feel marginally better. the male crawled out from under karma, and lifted his paws up from the mud and made his way over to ren, though before he could reach the ocelot, he heard a voice--when he turned a strangled sound escaped his maw and his breath came in short gasps. this particular ghost wasn't all that frightening but his fear of ghouls and ghosts made him jump back, and press himself as close as possible to his ocelot friend, "no, no no." he murmured shaking his head, not to be rude but he didn't like ghosts.

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[color=black]Kabede finished smearing himself with the pumpkin insides and he smelled repulsive...well he usually smelled nasty but now it's ten times worse! The, now orange monkey, lifts his head to see what's going on cause he heard a familiar voice speaking to not-so familiar ones. Kabede chuckled as he made his way over to Renny and lifts his head to look at Nukpana. Tilting his head he spoke in his fast paced sentences

"Provoke? How can I provoke you? Can I touch?"

He reaches forward with his pumpkin stained hand to attempt to touch the ghost. Kabede has seen ghosts but his ghosts are very real and 100 times scarier than these floating blobs so he just wants to see what they can do, if they even compare to the brothers...well...are the brothers ghosts? They are more like demons really but they act like ghosts, rarely seen.

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Scowling as a ghost went and zapped right through her, Ruin threw her gaze to the sky before she jumped to her feet and swore bloody murder at the culprit.
"I hate ghosts." grumbled the serval, flicking her ears in irritation.
"I used to love Halloween."

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[justify] [font=verdana][color=white]Tesco was bigger than the pumpkin Renaissance perched on, and the Marquis had to rearrange himself as the puma got closer. Though amusement was the initial reaction to Tesco's fear, a part of Ren reminded him that fear was valid, that Tesco couldn't help being afraid. As odd as it seemed to the ocelot, he reached out to try and paw at the mountain lion's ear, to get his attention away from the ghosty goos.
[color=#77c5f2]"Hey, it's alright Tes. We're not gonna let 'em hurt you. D'you wanna carve a pumpkin or something else?"
Anything to keep the other from panicking too much at the sight of the spirits traipsing about. Ren figured it would only get worse as they got closer to Halloween.

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The dragon would walk over next to Ren, ignoring the ghosts. They were annoying, but, whatever. Cordenth could feel the unsettling motion as the passed through him. Quite disturbing, but he couldn't do anything about it. [color=#FFD700]"Anyone know how to banish ghosts?" the Marquis would question.

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[spoiler=tags][color=#FFD700]information
cordenth inferno - twenty-four moons - the dominion - marquis (hp) - part of the inferno family - breakinghalos xx npc - immortal - 1/4th god - cold - arrogant - based off gilgamesh from fate/zero - #cordenthinferno

[color=#FFD700]battle tags
extreme difficulty - attack in [color=#FFD700]bold #FFD700 - no capture/kill - will capture/kill - ask for private battle

[color=#FFD700]powers
elemental pelt ( golden fire armor ) - conjuration - invisibility - shapeshifting

[color=#FFD700]bodies
black dragon w golden armor - lion